Battle of the Third Reich

The glowing incandescent lights on the ground shone on the dense smoke, as if the town was covered with a snow-white light blanket. Looking from the top, the British bomber was as conspicuous as a fly resting on a white bed sheet...

The German fighters effortlessly picked their respective targets and dived down from high altitude. The British bomber’s machine gun shooters only returned two or three bullets and were flashed into their eyes by the muzzle of their machine gun. At this time, there was only one ball in front of them. Light and shadow, you can't see anything left, you can only shoot blindly against the night sky.

German pilots easily put these unarmed targets into the shooting aura, the fire whip passed by, and the British bomber sprayed flames, rolling and falling like swarms of flies.

Some lucky guys hurriedly jumped out of the landline, but more people did not get a chance to escape, and the pilots could only scream at the radio. Whether it's ugly Hampton or sturdy Wellington, it all turned into a plume of smoke that dissipated in the wind, or fell into the ground into a hot ball of fire, or fell into the sea to stir up a water column.

"Catch it, catch it!" Wallace ran quickly in excitement in front of the line. He carried the sword in his hand on his shoulder, and cheered loudly for his men.

"After waiting tonight, the group of guys in the camp will envy us, they will say, you are really a group of lucky guys, and even caught the German captives for the first time on the battlefield. Maybe they will send you Medal, of course, my medal must be bigger than you. Why? Because I am your commander. Maybe I will be promoted to a rank, maybe you will call me the company leader by the end of the year."

"There's a guy over there, everyone is paying attention, remember where the **** are, there are bushes everywhere, don't let them hide." Kusmo ran with a Thomson submachine gun Take the lead on the right wing of the team.

"Hi, you see, our fighters finally appeared, and I thought they all dared to hide behind the anti-aircraft guns in London." A soldier said with a smile, the RAF fighter unit has become synonymous with cowards. But this can only be laughed in private. Anyone who publicly promotes similar remarks in the army will be immediately sent to the military court, so this soldier was immediately scolded by Kusmo.

"Don't talk nonsense here. They played well. If you let me hear you say something like this, you will go to the cooking class and cut the potatoes for a week. Don't say I didn't remind you."

"Got it, Sergeant Sergeant. I just want to revitalize the atmosphere. I won't commit any more crimes in the future." The soldier also knew that he was speechless and quickly bowed his head to admit his mistake.

"Look, there is a unit over there who is also catching the parachuting pilot." A sharp soldier pointed forward with a rifle. Under the shining sky, the wilderness in the distance flickered and could be seen vaguely. To a team of shadows like Wallace, they lined up a sparse line of scattered soldiers and outflanked a pilot who had landed.

"Hey? Shot!" Kusmo looked at the dark shadows in the distance, and suddenly saw a few flashes of light, and then heard a clear gunshot. The pilot apparently was not ready to capture. He launched a fierce exchange of fire with the captured infantry.

The pilot fired frequently with his pistol around, while struggling toward the woods on one side. But he did not run far. The infantrymen fired a volley at him. The pilot fell, and several infantrymen surrounded him, glanced at the fallen pilot, and then two infantrymen lifted him up. On his shoulders, he turned and evacuated to the rear.

"It seems to be St. Margaret's garrison, and they also came out to capture the captives." Wallace urged his men loudly.

"Speed ​​up, don't let those people finish capturing the captives. Although these are their results, we should of course get a share since we are on the spot." The Scots are prepared to start unreasonable, after all military merit is rare. There is absolutely no room for concession.

"Hi, there's a guy over there." A soldier shouted loudly. Just under ten meters from Wallace, a parachute fell, and the pilot fell awkwardly. He rolled on the ground twice and finally stabilized his posture.

The pilot did not seem to care about the infantry who was running towards him. He stood up and dragged the parachute behind him.

"No movement! Germans. Raise your hands!" Wallace shouted loudly at the pilot.

"Don't stand silly, don't come to help the leader yet." The pilot glanced at the Scottish infantryman with the rifle in a half circle, he complained angrily.

"Damn it! Are you British?" Kusmo heard the other person's accent at a glance, and then looked closely at the light. The uniform and dress, isn't it the Royal Air Force.

"You are a fighter pilot, you did a good job, and so many German bombers were shot down." At Kusmo's signal, several soldiers stepped forward to help the pilot pack the parachute.

"Are you all fools? The fighters are Germans. The Germans have landed on that beach. My squadron is here to bomb these Germans. Why don't you know, by the way, which one are you? Troops, why are you here, did you not meet the Germans?" The pilot felt a little weird about the presence of British ground forces here. Before the takeoff, he was told that there were no British ground forces in the surrounding area except for the Dover area. The pilot became alert and slowly moved his hand towards the pistol holster around his waist.

"We are from the Royal Scottish Highland Regiment. We were ordered to go to Sartford Farm. We got lost here. We just took a rest in the farm over there. We just saw the fighting here. Wait, you say the Germans landed Now, is that German under the light?" Wallace finally responded, and he was shocked by the news that the other party told him.

"You are actually stationed less than a mile from the German beachhead. I really don't know what to say about this." The pilot was also surprised by this fact, which was too strange. He didn't know what to do for a while. What kind of response.

"No, since the positions there are Germans, then those in front are..." Kusmo exclaimed suddenly, pointing to the infantry group still catching the parachutists in the distance.

"I suggest to retreat immediately. They have more people than you. When the large army of the dawn army will surround here, we don't have to confront them head-on." The pilot threw away the flying headset and took off his life jacket. The rank of captain in the uniform was revealed.

"I am Captain Redick of the 46th Bomber Squadron. I am very happy to meet you here. I will testify for you. You bravely saved me in the German search."

"Scottish Highland Regiment, one battalion, two companies, two rows of platoon leader Wallace. Nice to meet your captain." Wallace pulled his sword from the soil around him.

"Sorry, it seems that we are too late to retreat now, the Germans have come." Wallace pulled out his pistol and pulled the hammer.

"Captain, I suggest that you fight with us now for your own life, and there is another unit that has been flanked from the flank. We can only break through the frontal enemies, and only defeat one of them before we have the hope of a successful retreat. ."

"Oh, God, I knew that you Scots would go crazy on the battlefield." Captain Redick reluctantly pulled his Browning pistol from the holster.

"You haven't seen a really crazy Scot." Kusmo approached the pilot and took out a grenade from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

"Well, gentlemen, I am very happy to be able to serve with you. This is our first battle, and perhaps our last battle. Let us move forward and let the Germans look at the spirit of the Scottish man! Scots, go forward!" Wallace raised his sword high, then screamed at the German infantry who were approaching slowly.

"Roar!" The infantrymen raised their bayonets and followed their platoon leader to charge the enemy.

Close to it was a German paratrooper force. When they captured the first pilot, they had noticed the Scottish infantry platoon here. When Wallace and Redick took over, they attracted the attention of these paratroopers, because the two sides exchanged very harmoniously, and there was no conflict at all. The harmonious scene made the paratroopers very frustrated. Why did they become torn and bitten when they came to them, and took out their pistols to shoot at random, so it is true that the female flight wing captain has something to do with personal quality?

The commander of the paratrooper decided to step forward and find out, in fact, they were not sure whether the group of people on the opposite side were friends or enemies. So according to the battlefield regulations, a paratrooper platoon was separated from the flanks to the other side. The command platoon began to approach from the front, and the remaining platoon continued to search for enemy parachutists.

The flares and explosive flashes in the air flickered the ground, which seriously interfered with the human eye's recognition of the objects in the field of vision. The German paratroopers vaguely saw that the other party should be wearing a skirt, so the paratroopers began to wonder whether there was any landing troops Female soldiers formed.

Before the paratroopers came up with a ugly Yinmao. The group of guys in skirts thundered and rushed towards them, and found that the other party was actually a man, and they suddenly scared the paratroopers for a while.

When I met a brawny guy in the dark wilderness of the wilderness, and rushed towards you with a rifle, it can only be regarded as a normal action movie. If the brawny is still wearing a skirt, this picture is directly It’s a horror thriller, OK?

"It's Scottish infantry! They are British! Attack! Attack!" There is no shortage of knowledgeable guys in the paratroopers, such as the commander of the paratroopers who are commanding in the first row, he is now retreating for himself just now. After two steps and feeling ashamed, the parachutist lieutenant roared and greeted the Scottish infantry with his pistol.

Because the Scots rushed too fast, the paratroopers were also caught off guard at the time, and the Scottish infantry rushed into the paratroopers queue. The two sides immediately fought together. The soldiers of the two sides held their arms flat and shot each other at a distance from a car. , Causing terrible casualties within a few seconds. More than a dozen German paratroopers were slammed and turned to the ground by the Scotsman's gun. A similar number of soldiers on the Scots side were also hit by German submachine guns and rifles and lost their combat capabilities.

The Scottish machine gunner had to shoot two bullets in the future, and was shot in the head by a German infantryman. The horses of both sides were twisted together, and the German machine gunner retreated to the rear as soon as possible. At this time, no one dared to throw grenades and grenades into the crowd. The scene became the world of light weapons and cold weapons.

In contrast, the number of Germans has the absolute upper hand. This one-for-one battle of attrition is actually very detrimental to the Scots. After the first round of fighting, both sides have no time to reload and the battle immediately entered a **** battle. Stage of melee combat.

Wallace brandished his family-slicing sword with one hand, and shot the six bullets in the pistol against the German paratrooper quickly with the other hand. Afterwards, regardless of whether he was hit or not, he inserted the pistol back into the holster, and with both hands raised his sword, he chopped down at an paratrooper.

That paratrooper was terrified, what was the situation, and when did the British begin to distribute such vicious cold weapons. Looking at the mp40 submachine gun in his hand, the paratrooper was really crying and crying, and could only raise his submachine gun daringly to resist the opponent's hacking.

A crisp metal impact sounded, and the chopping sword chopped on the German submachine gun's casing bounced high. The steel blade left an indelible mark on the submachine gun. The heavy slashing caused the German paratroopers to lose their balance. He was able to kneel down on one leg and watched the tall enemy raise his sword again. The second slash would soon fall. The paratrooper began praying in his heart. He knew he might not be able to withstand the attack. .

At this time, the paratrooper felt a huge force hit his shoulder, and he had lost his balance and suddenly rolled out to the side. At this point, Wallace had already charged up. The long Scottish sword was chopped off like a thunder, and a louder metal impact sounded. The sword was again blocked, and a beautiful semi-arc was drawn. Directly at the night sky.

Wallace felt the tremendous power from his arm. He couldn't help but take a step back. He held the sword in his hands and cut his sword flat against his chest. His sword pointed directly at his new opponent.

"Lieutenant Wolff von Clausen of the Luftwaffe, Hessian." The lieutenant paratrooper diverged his legs and raised a half sword in his hand, then lowered it to his chest, raised the blade, right A swordsman ceremony was performed with Wallace.

"British Army Lieutenant Kevin Wallace, Scot." Wallace withdrew his sword and returned a swordsman salute.

The two sides have forgotten the ongoing battle around them, and only the opponent in front of them is in their eyes. At this time, the Scottish infantry had been killed and injured. Some German paratroopers began to clean up the battlefield to rescue the wounded and capture the prisoners. The remaining paratroopers carried weapons and formed a circle around the two soldiers. All of them held their breaths and watched this. A sacred duel.

With two violent roars, the two hit the sword together again. (To be continued.)